He smiled against the open bottle in pause to her comment, taking another swig of his drink. There seemed to be no malice between them, despite the fact that Braireos was born of hate and dysfunction. He was never considered more than a lap dog to most, and feared by others. There was no in between. If his own mother cowered in disgust for he and his brothers, what was really there? He was finding out through the wife who'd been sold to him. Poseidon had hoped to torture Ky with him, instead they were reacting quite the opposite.
"He doesn't like it." It wasn't a sexual attraction that sat between them, even thought they were husband and wife. It had never been anything but of raw intentions. It didn't mean that others that were clearly attracted to her didn't find him a bit annoying. Braireos cut his eyes over to his wife, waiting with mild curiosity as to how she'd handle the bearded biker.